Xiao Cong returned to the valley after the morning class at the top of the mountain, and entered the hidden shadow hiding array where Yin Nuo was seriously injured, seeing that he was still unconscious, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, at this time, he was also helpless for Yin Nuo, who had almost been hollowed out, that was not only the gorgeous appearance of the knife earth-shattering, not to mention the true qi and vitality, all the essence of the spell caster Yin Nuo was exhausted by him.

Even if Xiao Cong has Jiang Caijun's mustard on his body, there are all kinds of healing medicines, but at this time, he does not dare to rashly use medicine against Yin Nuo, the essence of the monk is derived from the more precious true element, unless it is forced to do, otherwise it is generally not necessary to recover with pills, otherwise there is a chance that it will cause hard injuries that cannot be healed, even if Jiang Caijun's techniques on this side are all over the world, but after all, Yin Nuo on the other side is also a peerless master of crossing the river realm, and the power of that knife that cannot even be underestimated is enough to show that the knife technique used by Yin Nuo at that time is also the existence of that level。

For that level of existence, Xiao Cong thinks that it is better not to take risks, if he is not careful, he can push Eno into the ghost gate again, even if he does not die in a catastrophe, but having three long and two sections is also a major loss for him, you know, this guy is a freak in the later stage of crossing the river at a critical moment, Xiao Cong was suddenly glad that he met Yin Nuo at that time This guy has not yet obtained the real demon knife inheritance, otherwise he can't bear that knife! Anyway, just by recovering on his own, this guy can wake up without any problems, and the rest is just a matter of time - they are all people who have died once, and they still care about this time and a half?

So he looked at Yin Nuo quietly for a while, then turned around and walked out.

Actually, he's still thinking about last night.

For Yin Nuo's performance last night, he is still very satisfied, and even for the whole thing, he is very satisfied, when chatting with Hongxiang, Yin Nuo's so-called anger, in fact, is just a cheap and obedient hypocrisy, this person, sometimes it is so cheap, obviously everything can be called an excellent arrangement, but he still has to complain and sigh a little to feel normal, as smart as him, how could he not think of other benefits of this matter in addition to successfully provoking Qi Dumb and Hu Laoshuan? Not to mention that the impact of this incident caused a sensation in the entire North Street, saving them the effort to assassinate Lu Cripple again, if they went to find trouble with Lu Lame again, the ghost knows if that guy would be more difficult than Qi Dumb, what is the military array, he has heard of it, in his opinion, as long as it involves the arrangement of things, it is difficult to entangle, isn't his family's magic circle a good example? Besides, wouldn't it be better to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, and let Lu Lame have the strength to attack Hu Laozhuan?

It's just one thing that he still can't figure out.

When Yin Nuo finally used the taboo form, he vaguely heard Yin Nuo say the word "bitter", in fact, he was confused when he heard this word, he couldn't believe his ears, so he always felt unreal about this matter afterwards, because in his insight, there was really such a film with "bitter" The word is the knife technique named after the move, but the reputation of that knife technique was too loud back then, and in his opinion, it should not have appeared in this era at all, and now it appears in Yin Nuo's hands, and he has encountered a great fan-like poison technique, what a clever word to talk about! Moreover, if Yin Nuo really performed that knife technique, then what he was holding in his hand at that time should be a ring knife, not a lancet-style demon knife!

All in all, he just couldn't believe that Yin Nuo was the long-lost sword technique that only existed in legends, and even if it was, it must be imitation, because this matter was too terrible to study in detail.

He shook his head vigorously, looking for something else to fill his mind in, squeezing them out of the clouds.

He thought, what is the situation of Qi mute now? should he not be attacked by a group, he has already hung up; What about Lu Cripple, how would he feel when he saw what happened in Qi Dumb's house? And Ding Bushan, Yin Nuo's move was so thrilling, didn't he have any idea at all? By the way, and Hu Laoshuan, what kind of trick would he think of to try to defuse his own planting?

It seems that no one else can interfere there, and it doesn't matter for the time being, Hu Laizhuan is the most unguardable here, Xiao Cong is really afraid that this guy will give him some unexpected surprises, after all, he has deeply experienced the methods of this old fox, Yin Nuo called it Lao Yin, it is not too much at all!

"If I were Hu Laoshuan, how would I break this game?" he began to think seriously.

He was in the valley, which happened to be where the residual light could shine, but only half of his body was in the sun, like a realistic woodcut, with his right hand grinding his chin, thoughtful.

In this way, after less than half a pillar of incense, he put down his hand, licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes were a little more fierce and angry, he exhaled a heavy breath, and said to himself:

"He's an immortal, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover the earth, I'm so fucking worried about what I'm doing, when did I become so indecisive and timid, this is a disease, I have to be cured! I have to let myself live, otherwise if I continue like this, I will really become a stagnant water." ”

He remembered his previous state, at that time he didn't have so many crooked fields, and his mind was all focused on cultivation, although now his thoughtful thoughts and tricks are also a last resort, but this does not mean that he has completely said goodbye to the past, he can still live a peaceful and quiet life like before, isn't this the best time to do this? Thinking of the days when he was trapped in the Phantom Snow Forest with Ouyang Xun, he really misses it.

So he smiled, and all his troubles faded away, and he lived a life as it should be, at least a decent house, and besides, it was not a problem to sleep in a sheepskin tent all the time, and he felt that he had to live in this valley for a while, so it was necessary for him to build a house here!

"Alas, building a house, how many years have not been such a simple to a little naïve and naïve idea, build a house, hehe. ”

He lowered his head and laughed at himself a few times, then rolled up his sleeves, learned the appearance of the coolie figurines before they were about to work, spit a few mouthfuls on his hands, and did not forget to rub hard, if Hongxiang happened to wake up and walk out of the tent at this time and saw this scene, maybe he had to doubt life again, in his impression, his brother Xiao Cong has always been noble and elegant, even when sleeping in a sheepskin tent in a barren place, he is as respectful and courteous as when he lived in a luxury inn, he is smart and studious and thoughtful, how can there be this leisure, and how can there be such a clumsy behavior, this is really a little too unimaginable and too difficult to accept, if you have to give an explanation, then he must say - my brother is crazy!

This time, Xiao Cong didn't use anything about magic, he was just an ordinary person with a strong physique, cutting wood for a temporary livelihood, ramming the foundation pillars, and laying nails.

The weather was still hot, and on a sunny morning, he was sweating profusely at the same time, so he simply took off his long shirt, leaving only his dirty clothes, took off his boots, rolled up his trouser legs, and went to wield Zhong Liqiu's carefully refined axe to cut down trees, scrape the bark with Zhong Liqiu's carefully refined long knife, and use Zhong Liqiu's carefully refined psychic treasure pen to make marks for further processing on the cut wood.

At the end of the hour, Xiao Cong's masterpiece was preliminarily completed, he stood not far away with an extraordinarily sloppy look and tilted his head and looked at it with a smirk, pleasing to the eye, but he felt that there seemed to be something missing, he looked left and right, and looked at it for a long time, only to find that the two empty windows were extremely unsightly, if you could cover a half-hidden bamboo curtain, it would feel too tasteful!

But there is indeed no bamboo nearby, besides, even if there is bamboo, the kind of work of weaving bamboo curtains, he has not learned, he thought of using leaves or bark instead, but in this season, it is estimated that it will have to dry up without a cup of tea, so it is better not to spend that effort, and not to provoke that bad heart, he also thought that he could use the feathers of various birds to string and hang on it, so that it would have a different charm, but he resisted doing it in his heart, because that made him feel unbeautiful, and the charm of this way made him feel unreal and uncomfortable, but these are the things that can be found here, except for these things, and I really can't find anything else to replace it.

He quietly looked at the unbeautiful hut for a long time, and then suddenly grinned, bit his lower lip lightly, smashed his mouth again, clapped his hands and said with pleasure:

"Forget it, don't hang up, full of losses, humble benefits, regrets are not also a kind of beauty, don't hang up, it feels good this way, how can there be so many satisfactory things in the world, oops, life is unsatisfactory, nine times out of ten, this is considered smooth. ”

As he spoke, he strode towards the house.

Yes, full of losses, humble benefits, just like him now, he has been thinking about it for too long, because something in his life has been sluggish and feels uncomfortable, so he has to find some things in the countryside to pass the time, and say that this is neutralization or balance, let's not say so lofty, in the final analysis, venting, isn't this exactly what he needs psychologically at this time? Perhaps in the eyes of some capable people in the world, it is true that they have unconsciously paid some price, but it is too painful to stand up to the end of one thing and stubbornness, and all the efforts made in life are used to seek more joy and let oneself live so painfully, how is it not a kind of stupidity?